MOVING ON

There are no jack assess
nor elephants on my shelves

Once when young I was offered
the occupation of caregiver
of elephants I declined

Being a member of current society
at any level was circus enough

So I continued down life's highway
garnering about me what it was
I would haphazardly become

Without guilt or anxiety
at least for no longer than
it took to consider the consequence
and possibilities then moved on

As an elder I seldom consider
donkeys or elephants as relevant
to my diminishing existence

Within my own personal fantasies
I allow the world out there
to either screw up or take care of itself

There are at least times I pretend
that I really do not care
about those who die from constant
conflicts and forever unending war